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It had come as a surprise, the duckling’s sudden company at the given hour. There was evident concern as she looked to the petite silhouette in her doorway. Sweet little Webbigail should be fast asleep right now, cuddled contently into the blankets in her room ! What could have roused her ? The pilot could’ve sworn she had tucked her in not too long ago…

Della, on the other hand - she had different plans for herself that evening. She had been curled up with a book, content in her tale of treasure and mystery for the time being. But seeing the young lady Della hopped up and scooped her into her arms, bringing her back over to the bed she had been reading in only a moment prior and placing her gently down to sit beside her against the pillows. Hearing why she was awake the young duck smiled, settling down and bringing the duckling with her. Keeping the smaller close as she brought the blanket up and over them, her reply came warm and soft…

❝ I see… Maybe if you let them out by telling me each one, it’ll help you go to sleep. And the ones we remember tomorrow we can write down to keep track of, so we’re sure we don’t forget… ❞ Della paused, in an attempt to give her a moment to consider the offer. ❝ What do you say..? Do you mind letting me in on a few ? If they aren’t wishes, you can share them - and even if they are I’ll wish too and help them come true however I can ..! ❞ 

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Shimmering moonlight, pale as it danced upon the floor through closed windows. Creatures lurking beyond their vision, beasts of memory and shadow. They danced grotesquely out of the peripheral, creating visions of danger and worry. The stars were faint angels in the sky, too far to do anything, but watching all the same. Clouds were slowly creeping in, bringing heavy rainfall with them-- not as though he minded. The night was slipping through it’s cycle and while most slept, some others didn’t. Those were the ones with nightmares, the ones with fears, and the ones with obligations. There were many reasons as to the why and the how, in this night it seemed that it was very possible it was all of the above-- the thunder was arguing with the lightning in the far distance.

Scrooge was among them, those wide awake. He paced about his mansion unable to find solace, unable to find rest, a glass of whiskey in his left hand, cane in his right hand. The monsters that lurked in the shadow for him were merely memories of a time long gone, a time he didn’t want to remember. Bent over cleaning shoes over in Scotland, mining gold with a woman he felt hated him now back up in the Klondike, even adventures that he went on with the triplets or Donald or really anyone. They all held both positive and negative hints, those of the negative were reaching for him from the darkness.

It was the duckling that snapped him back into reality from where he eventually found himself sitting. A windowsill with a space for one to just perch themselves upon. His eyes were set upon the darkness outside for a moment as rain droplets smacked against the window, but her footsteps drew his attention away from the monotone scenery. It was Webby, he could tell by her pink clothing and her little bow. It practically glowed in the moonlight that was cast through the window, and yet she didn’t seem to notice him watching her.

“What are you doin’ up so late?” He inquired, catching her attention with practiced ease. Was she frightened? Was she looking for something? Perhaps she just wanted a glass of water from the kitchen? Whatever it was he was curious of it, in the night there wasn’t much one could do, especially her. The children that resided within the mansion were young, they were small individuals, ones that would be best in bed at this hour. But Scrooge didn’t mind at all.

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Oh! He’s being lifted. He doesn’t fight since he knows that this could be only one of two people who could naturally lift him, so he relaxed to make it easier. Scrooge chuckles as he’s smooched and snuggled, and a hand reaches up and gently gives her beak a tap.

When Webby left, Scrooge continued to look down at his shaking hands. He always knew why it happened afterwords, but in the moment he never knew what was causing it. Perhaps it was a dangerous presence in his house, his hands were shaking because he felt something was wrong. Panic bubbled within him as he realized he or his family might not be safe, and he began standing up.